By

W. R. Haley

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see Part 1

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CHAPTER NINE

Autumn went straight to her inner office, barely responding to Annie as she
made her way down the hall. Her mind was on what John Kinsey had told her.
Autumn’s mind swirled with the possibilities. She sat down at her desk and
looked at the books she had checked out of the library. Her curiosity got the
better of her and she opened the book on the top.

“One theory that seemed popular at the time,”
she read “was that Robert Richter was the murderer, killing Jane in a jealous
rage.

“It was a well known fact that Robert was obsessively
in love with Jane. Miss Harbour, while fond of him, did not love him and in
fact seemed to prefer the company of Robert’s younger sister.” Autumn
rubbed her eyes and sat back letting the information sink in before going back
to the book open in front of her.

“Miss Richter and Jane were inseparable, close to the same age and the only
young girls in the area. When word of Jane’s death reached young Miss Richter,
she took to her bed and refused to speak with anyone. Once, her brother Robert
forced his way into the room to see her. It was reported that Miss Richter screamed
at the top of her lungs until he was forced to leave. A doctor was called in
to sedate the inconsolable woman. No one seemed to know why the sight of her
brother caused her to go into hysterics.

“Supporters of the theory that Robert had murdered Jane believed that Allison
Richter knew something and could not bear the sight of the man who had murdered
her dear friend. The Sheriff was also interested in what Allison Richter had
to say. Tragically before Sheriff Kinsey could interview her, Miss Richter
crept from her home sometime after midnight, walked over to Harbour House which
joined the rear of her family’s property, and drowned in the lake.”

Autumn sat back again, stunned. Could the young woman in the white nightgown
have been Allison Richter? Could Autumn have witnessed not only Jane’s murder
but also Allison’s suicide?

* * *

Autumn let herself into her house later that afternoon. She looked around
the quiet house with trepidation. S he wasn’t sure what she expected to happen
but she was still slightly nervous about being there. The loud humming noise
of the air conditioning compressor turning on caused her to jump and let out
a small squeal.

“Gee whiz Autumn,” she said in disgust. She put her briefcase down and the
placed the books on the small table just inside the front door. “Get a grip,”
she moved into the room and snapped on the television, flooding the silence
with sound. She went into the kitchen and got a beer from the refrigerator.
Pouring it into a glass she looked at the answering machine on the wall. The
red light was blinking. Autumn pushed the button and went back into the refrigerator.

“Hey there sexy,” came Stephanie’s voice over the machine. Autumn straightened
up and smiled, the sound of Stephanie’s voice soothing her rattled nerves further.
“Don’t forget about dinner tonight at Michael’s. Dinner will be at 6:30 and
Michael said to tell you we are having ziti so bring red wine,” she laughed
and Autumn smiled before taking a sip of her beer. “I can’t wait to see you,”
the blonde said, her voice dropping to a lower register, sending a shiver of
desire through Autumn. As the machine forwarded itself to the next message
Autumn looked at her watch, it was 5:30. She would have time to take a shower
before she had to go to Michael’s.

“Hello Darling!” Autumn’s head snapped up at her mother’s voice. “We hope
you are enjoying your new home. We just wanted to tell you we will be home
in two weeks and we want to see you! Your father and I miss you terribly Darling
and I can’t wait to see your house!” her mother’s warm voice brought tears to
her eyes. She missed her parents dreadfully. They were a close family and
this had been the longest they had been a part. Autumn longed to talk to them
about the things that were happening and she wanted to tell them about Stephanie.

When she had come out to her parents she had been a sophomore in college.
She had thought long and hard about it and had asked numerous friends for advice.
The advice she had received had varied from not telling them, to telling them
after she finished her schooling so they couldn’t threaten to stop paying.
She had chosen to tell them, but had waited until the last day of her visit
home. Her mother had just sat there on the couch, her eyes unreadable and her
father kept clearing his throat as if he wanted to say something but was unsure
as to what he wanted to say.

“Are you sure Autumn?” her father finally managed to get out. He cleared his
throat again and tugged nervously on the collar of his shirt.

“Daddy, I am sure,” she told them. Her parents had looked at each other; communicating
silently it seemed to her. Her mother stood and gathered her daughter in a
warm embrace.

“Oh honey,” she whispered. “We would not have wished this for you, but you
are our little girl and we will love you no matter what.”

Autumn had thrown her arms around her mother and let out a sob. She had been
so afraid that they would have turned their backs on her. Her father came over
and wrapped his arms around his two women.

“Autumn, I know how hard this was to tell us and I want to say that I am very
proud of you,” he told her. “Like your mother said, we love you no matter what.”
The three of them had held on to each tightly, letting their love for each other
envelope them. Autumn wiped the tears from her eyes at the memory and listened
to the next message. It was Annie, reminding her of an early morning appointment
she had the next day. Autumn finished her beer and padded into her bedroom.

She looked around the room carefully, as if she expected to find bloodstains
on the floor or on the walls. Autumn quickly stripped and went in to take a
shower. Every little noise caused her to jump as she hurriedly washed her hair.
She finished her shower, blew dry her hair, got dressed and packed an overnight
bag. Autumn decided that she would stay with Stephanie tonight instead of coming
back here.

“Hey you,” Stephanie greeted Autumn.

The taller woman smiled and stepped into Stephanie’s embrace. They shared
a soft lingering kiss, only breaking contact at the loud cough from behind them.
Laughing the two stepped apart.

“Hi Michael, nice to see you again,” Autumn said moving into
the room. She was surprised when the man hugged her.

“Hi Season!” he teased releasing her. He took the bottle of
wine from her and looked at the label. “For a stuffy lawyer you sure do know
your wine,” he smiled.

“Thanks, I think,” Autumn said sardonically. “My father loves his wine. He
takes my mother and me on wine tasting tours so anything I know I learned from
him.”

“Well, if you get tired of going with him, let me know, I would
love to go!” Michael quipped, causing the two women to laugh.

“I’ll let him know. Actually he and my mother are in France now, touring the
wine country.”

“Wow, I bet they are bringing back some good stuff,” Stephanie
said moving to stand next to Autumn.

“Probably,” Autumn said looking down at the woman next to her. She could not
help herself so she gave in and kissed the tip of the blonde’s nose.

“Hey now, none of the lesbo stuff here! Brian isn’t here so it’s just us girls,”
quipped Michael over his shoulder as he made his way into the kitchen. Stephanie
chuckled and pulled Autumn into an embrace.

“How are you feeling today?” she asked, her eyes concerned
as she searched Autumn’s face.

She had been worried about her friend. Stephanie had tried to call her earlier
today but Annie had said she was in her office with the door closed and she
had strict instructions not to disturb her for any reason.

“Okay, better, my headache is gone,” Autumn told her truthfully. Her eyes
clouded over as she thought about what she had found out earlier. She opened
her mouth to say something when Michael came back in.

“I hope you are hungry,” he called out. Autumn moved away from
Stephanie.

“Starved, I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch today.” Stephanie
frowned at this.

“Autumn,” she began. Autumn smiled and Stephanie felt her heart
melt. She chuckled ruefully and shook her head. “What am I going to do with
you?” she asked.

“Love her,” Michael called out from the dining room. Stephanie blushed and
lowered her eyes. She had not told Autumn that she loved her yet. Stephanie
felt Autumn come closer and touch her chin, raising it so that she could look
into her eyes.

“Well?” Autumn asked softly, her voice intense, her eyes boring into Stephanie’s.
“Is that what you are going to do with me?” she asked. Stephanie could feel
her heart pounding in her chest.

“Yes,” whispered Stephanie around a lump in her throat. Autumn looked at her,
a smile slowly blossoming, her eyes lighting up with an inner fire.

“Good, because that’s what I am going to do with you,” she told the other woman.

Stephanie wasn’t sure if she had heard correctly, but the look in Autumn’s
eyes told her everything she needed to know. With a soft cry, she closed the
distance between them and kissed Autumn hard, holding her face in her hands
and raining kisses down on Autumn’s lips and face.

“God, I thought I told you none of that stuff in here!” Michael
groused good-naturedly coming back into the room. The two women ignored him.

“Michael, that was wonderful,” Autumn said putting her fork down. Stephanie
groaned.

“I should have worn my fat jeans,” Stephanie said pushing her plate away.
“Michael you outdid yourself.” Michael beamed and took a sip of his wine.

“Thanks, I love to cook for an appreciative audience.”

“Between you and Autumn I think I am going to have to step
up my exercises,” Stephanie groaned.

“I bet Season can give you a work out!” her friend teased winking in Autumn’s
direction.

The dark haired attorney just shook her head and chuckled. She ruefully gave
up the idea of trying to stop the irrepressible Michael from calling her “Season”.

“Stop it,” Stephanie laughed and lightly slapped his arm.

“Anybody up for desert?” he asked. Both women groaned. “It’s chocolate,”
he said in a singsong voice. Both groaned again.

“Can I ask you two something?” Autumn asked suddenly serious, her eyes on her
hand as it toyed with her wine glass. The other two looked at her curious.

“Sure, but I warn you my coming out story is not pleasant,” Michael said.
Autumn smiled weakly and turned her attention back to her wine glass.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” she finally asked. S Stephanie
and Michael shared a look.

“I believe that it’s possible,” Stephanie said carefully. Michael drained
his wineglass before refilling all three glasses.

“I believe,” he stated firmly. Autumn looked at him.

“Really?”

“Yes, definitely. My granny’s house was haunted. Let me tell you there were
some strange things that happened there.”

“Like what?” Autumn asked curiously.

“Well, there were always footsteps in the attic, like someone walking around
up there, but no one was ever there. Doors would open and shut by themselves.
And one night I saw a ghost.”

“Get out!” Stephanie said surprised. Michael had never told her this.

“Seriously. I was about 16 and had stayed over. I had just gotten in bed
and was lying there staring at the ceiling. I remember I had been thinking
about Josh Beckett, the boy who lived next door,” he chuckled fondly. “Anyway
I was lying there and I heard the bedroom door open. I thought it was my granny
and I looked over. Well let me tell you it was not my granny!” he took another
deep drink of his wine.

“What was it?” Autumn finally asked her voice tight.

“It was a man, a soldier, a Confederate soldier. I could see right through
him. He was standing in the doorway looking at me. I was too scared to move,
to think. He just stood there looking at me. Finally he looked over his shoulder
said something to someone behind him and left, shutting the door behind him.
I heard his footsteps as he walked down the hall. Let me tell you I dove under
the covers and stayed there all night. My door must have opened about six times
that night, but I refused to look. The next day I left and I never stayed another
night there.” Silence greeted his story.

“It’s not something I think about very often. I try not to think about,” he
looked up at Autumn. “Why do you ask about ghosts Autumn?” he asked. Autumn
couldn’t help but think he knew what she was going to say.

“I think my house is haunted,” she said softly. At Michael’s urging she told
the two of them the whole story, ending with the information she had learned
that day at the library.

“Wow,” Stephanie said softly when she had finished. She drained her wineglass.
“Wow,” she said again.

“I’ll say,” Autumn chuckled ruefully.

“I’ve heard stories for years that your house was haunted
Autumn,” Michael told her.

“What are you going to do?” Stephanie asked. Autumn shrugged.

“What can I do? I love the house; I’m not going to move. I guess Jane and
I will have to learn to coexist.”

“Steph, maybe you can call Colin,” suggested Michael. Autumn looked at the
blonde.

“Colin?”

“Yes, a friend of mine, Colin O’Shea. I met her when I was doing
some research on one of my books. She works for the Paranormal Research Institute,”
Stephanie told her.

“You’re right, it can’t hurt,” she agreed. Stephanie looked at her before
reaching over to her and taking her hand. Autumn gave it a squeeze.

“Colin said she can come out the middle of next week,” Stephanie
told the two of them later. “She is going to bring one of her team with her,
Megan, a psychic.”

“Steph, I don’t know,” Autumn began suddenly unsure about
this whole thing.

“Autumn, you said yourself it can’t hurt. If nothing else
it will give you peace of mind,” Stephanie cut her off.

“You are right Steph,” she agreed with a sigh. Stephanie smiled and kissed
the other woman.

“I know I am,” she said smugly. Autumn laughed and pulled the other woman
closer.

The two women spent the night at Stephanie’s. After making love well into
the evening the two fell asleep holding onto each other.

Autumn felt Stephanie’s hands touching her, roaming over her body, rousing
her tired body from its slumber. She tried to wake up to fully participate.
A gentle laugh drifted to her ears as she felt herself pout at her inability
to open her eyes. Autumn gasped as Stephanie’s fingers slipped into her wetness.
She reached for Stephanie wanting to draw her close, but the other woman gently
pushed her hands away. Her body moved, responding to Stephanie’s touch. Autumn
crept closer to the edge as Stephanie continued to love her. Stephanie’s mouth
and hands touched her everywhere bringing her closer to the edge.

“I love you Allison,” a voice whispered in her ear as she shuddered her release.
Autumn’s eyes snapped open and she sat up. Stephanie slept soundly next to
her, curled up on her side. Autumn looked around, her heart thudding, her body
still trembling with force of her orgasm. She shook her head, not wanting to
believe what had just happened.

* * *

Friday afternoon found Autumn strolling into the Mason police department.
She introduced herself to the officer at the front desk and made her request.
He looked at her strangely before getting up to go into one of the offices.
He came back a moment later with a tall heavyset man with dark eyes and salt
and pepper hair. Autumn recognized him as Earl Betterly, the Sheriff.

“Miss Flanagan, Jimmy tells me you want to see the files on
the Harbour murder,” he said in his booming voice.

“Yes I would Sheriff,” she answered with more authority that she felt. He
looked at her for a moment with narrowed eyes before nodding to himself.

“They’re in the store room. It’ll take a few minutes to get them. You want
a cup a coffee or something?”

“No thanks Sheriff,” she declined. He nodded again. Turning to Jimmy he jerked
his head and the deputy moved off.

“Jimmy will get ‘em for you. So how do you like living here? Reggie’s clients
treating you right?”

“I like it very much, and his clients have been great,” Autumn told him. The
two stood talking about the weather, the town, and the upcoming council meeting.
A few minutes later Jimmy came back. The Sheriff led her to a small interrogation
room in the back. A box with files sat on the table.

The files didn’t really tell her anything different. Sometime after midnight
someone murdered Jane Harbour in her bedroom, the same bedroom that she herself
now slept in. The file did confirm some of the more horrible portions of her
nightly dream. Jane had been stabbed twelve times and her throat had been slit.

Autumn looked at the crime scene photographs. The grainy black and whites
did little to hide the viciousness of the crime. Autumn averted her eyes from
the savagery and put the photographs aside.

She pulled out another file. The file contained the interview notes. She
was unable to glean anything from them. Behind the interview notes she came
across another set of pictures. The top picture was of a dark man. The black
and white photograph showed a man with a long face, thin lips curled in a sneer.
His black hair was combed straight back as was the style. The man’s face was
cold and cruel. The inscription on the back identified him as Robert Richter;
the man most people thought had murdered his neighbor Jane Harbour. She studied
the photograph for a moment before putting it aside.

The next photograph caused her hand to tremble and her heart to pound. Blood
roared in her ears, the world started to press in on her; a cold sweat broke
out across her forehead. She fought to keep calm, to steady her breathing.
Autumn was staring a picture of the woman on the dock. She was looking at a
picture of Allison Richter. She was looking at a picture of herself.

CHAPTER TEN

Autumn drove slowly back to her office. On the seat next to her sat a copy
of the file of the Harbour murder complete with pictures. Her mind was still
swirling around everything. Could it have been a coincidence that in her dream
last night she had been called Allison? Could she really have dreamt about
someone that looked like herself before she knew it? Was Jane Harbour haunting
her house and Allison Richter haunting her lake? She had not told Stephanie
about last nights dream; she knew she would have to tell her. Once she got
to her office she absently said hello to Annie, picked up her messages and went
into her office.

Sitting down behind her desk her eyes went to her phone. Could the phone calls
for Allison, be from Jane Harbour? Could they be for Allison Richter? Her
mind refused to face those questions. Autumn looked down at the file in front
of her, she wanted to look at it again, but she didn’t want to either. The
sharp ring of the phone cut into her thoughts. She watched it ring almost afraid
to answer it.

“I am going to ride into town with Michael this afternoon. Would you like
to pick me up at his shop and have dinner in the diner before the council meeting?”

“Sure sounds good,” Autumn readily agreed, loving how easily they fell into
this pattern. It felt like they had been together for years sometimes. “Don’t
forget we are tackling the barn again tomorrow.”

“How could I forget,” Stephanie laughed. “Uh, do you want to stay here tonight?”
Autumn thought about it.

“No, I am not going to be run out of my house. Why don’t you bring enough
stuff for the weekend,” she suggested. She could almost see the large smile
on Stephanie’s face.

“Okay.” The two women talked for a few more minutes before saying their goodbyes.
Hanging up the phone Autumn’s eyes fell on the file again.

“Annie, have you lived in Mason all your life?” Autumn asked her secretary
coming into the outer office. Annie looked up from the stack of papers in front
of her.

“Why yes I have missy, fourth generation,” came the proud answer. Autumn nodded
absently chewing on her thumb cuticle.

“Annie, do you know anything about the murder of Jane Harbour?”

“Only what I have been told. I was born years after it happened. My mother
worked for Miss Harbour. She told me a little about it. It was a bad time for
our town.” Autumn sat down in one of the chairs in front of Annie’s desk.

“My mother said Jane was a beautiful woman, inside and out and was the sweetest
thing,” she began. “She was an only child and she was much pampered, but she
wasn’t spoiled or a snob. Her best friend all through childhood and into adulthood
was Allison Richter, a neighbor girl whose family wasn’t quite as upstanding
as Jane’s but that didn’t bother her. Jane was a few years older but those
two couldn’t have been any closer.

“Allison had an older brother, Robert, who had been away for most of her childhood.
When he came back though, he fell head over heels in love with Jane Harbour,”
she paused. “There was talk after Allison killed herself that it wasn’t just
Jane he had an itch for,” her eyes bore into Autumn’s. “It was said that he
had an unnatural lust for his sister,” she said pausing again, letting that
sink in.

“He would follow the girls everywhere they went. When he wasn’t following
them he was spending his time drinking. He was a heavy drinker. He must have
proposed to Jane a dozen times and each time she turned him down. Robert was
devastated. He got into fights at the tavern, once almost beating a man to
death a week before the murder. My mother told me about a conversation that
she had overheard between Jane and Robert a few days before she was murdered.
Robert had come to visit Jane. He was angry and once more insisted that she
marry him.”

* * *

“Jane you must marry me,” Robert demanded, striding into
the living room, whiskey fumes preceding him.

“Robert,” Jane began, her soft voice trying to soothe
him. “We have been over this before, I can not marry you.” Robert strode over
to stand directly in front of her, his bloodshot eyes blazing with impotent
fury.

“If you do not marry me Jane, I’ll be forced to tell everyone
what I know,” he spat barely controlling his anger. His dark, bloodshot eyes
narrowed dangerously.

“What do you know? What could you possibly know?” Jane
asked moving away from him, beginning to grow angry herself.

“I know lots of things Jane,” he replied smugly, an evil
grin twisting his face. “I found Allison’s letters,” he said watching Jane
intently. “Do I need to tell you which ones? The ones you wrote,” Jane fluttered
around the room, trying not to show the extreme nervousness she suddenly felt.

“I do not know what you are talking about Robert.”

“Yes you do,” Robert insisted moving to stand in front
of her again. “You know which letters I found. ‘My dearest Allison, I am counting
the moments until I am once more in your arms,’” he taunted, a vicious laugh
erupted at Jane’s sudden pallor.

“If you do not marry me Jane, I will tell everyone about
the disgusting things you do with my sister!”

“What about the disgusting things you do Robert?!” Jane
screamed, her anger boiling over. Robert’s face darkened. “What about the things
you make Allison do?! You are a disgusting monster!”

“You bitch!” he shouted, his eyes bulged and he clenched
his fists in front of him. “What has that lying slut told you?” Jane studied
him closely.

“Just the truth Robert. And it says something about you
that you call her a slut when it was your sick, perverted lust that has corrupted
her.”

“Shut up Jane!” he lunged for her and roughly grabbed
her arms and pulled her close. “You listen to me; it is my right to do what
I will! I will kill you if you try to interfere,” he threatened his voice filled
with hate. “I will make you and your whore pay!” he ground out, his fingers
digging into her flesh as he shook her.

“Robert you are hurting me,” Jane gasped. He shook her
again.

“Good,” he snarled. “You are going to marry me
and I’ll have you both. And if you fight me, just remember I have Allison’s
letters!” he pushed her away from him. Jane stumbled and almost fell. He looked
down at her, disgust and triumph gleaming in his eyes. Without another word,
he turned and left.

* * *

“My mother said that Jane went into a tizzy and shut herself
in her room. When Mother brought her supper that evening Jane was sitting at
her desk surrounded by letters and writing in her journal. Her eyes were swollen
and red rimmed but she wasn’t sad, she was angry.

“A few days later Jane was found murdered in her bedroom,” Annie finished.
It was quiet in the room as Autumn absorbed the story she had just heard. More
questions swirled in her mind.

“What happened to Jane’s papers and journal?”

“Mother said that all of Jane’s personal belongings were packed up and put
into the attic. I don’t know if her relatives in Boston ever took them.” Autumn
stood up, her mind whirling. Could it be possible that Jane’s papers were still
at the house? She knew they were not in the attic as it was empty. But the
box could be in the barn. Autumn absently chewed on the cuticle of her thumb.

“Annie, thank you. I appreciate it,” Autumn said going back into her office.

Autumn entered the cool dimness of Michael’s antique shop. The air conditioner
blew cold air across her heated skin. She had grown up in South Florida where
the breeze coming off the ocean had made the humidity bearable. Here in Mason,
in the central part of the state, there was no ocean breeze so the humidity
hung low, soaking the air. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust and when
they did she saw Stephanie in the back talking with Michael. They were looking
at an antique writing table.

“I think it would look great in your den Steph, and I won’t charge you to ship
it to Chicago,” Michael was saying when Autumn joined them. Autumn felt a pang
in her chest as she thought of Stephanie leaving.

“Hey you,” Stephanie said with a warm smile, her eyes shining. She gave Autumn
a hug and a quick kiss. Autumn greeted both Stephanie and Michael.

“Nice desk,” she commented, an arm around Stephanie’s waist.

“Yes it is,” Stephanie agreed. “Michael is trying to convince me that I want
it.”

“I think you do,” Michael insisted. Autumn chuckled.

“While you two haggle, I am going to look around.” She kissed
Stephanie on the temple and slipped away.

She had not been in Michael’s shop before so she was curious. Autumn walked
up and down the aisles picking up various things before putting them back and
moving on. She moved along, poking through the shelves. She came to a stop
in the rear of the shop. On a shelf were some old bottles, perfume bottles
and soda bottles and above the bottles on the wall was a large gilt-edged mirror.

Autumn picked up a delicate blown glass perfume bottle. Its deep blue color
almost matched the color of Stephanie’s eyes. Turning it over in her hand she
debated buying it for Stephanie. Smiling slightly at the thought of surprising
Stephanie she looked up, catching sight of herself in the mirror. Her eyes
were drawn with circles under them and her face was pale. Autumn looked away
from the mirror and put the bottle back. She reached for another one. Her
eyes though were drawn back to the mirror. Autumn barely registered the sudden
pallor of her skin, the sudden terror in the gray depths of her eyes.

Standing behind her, looking at her through the mirror was Jane Harbour. Her
eyes locked with Autumn’s. Jane’s eyes pleaded with Autumn; she raised her
hand, holding it out for her to take.

“Allison, please come,” a soft voice whispered. Autumn was so
startled she dropped the bottle she was holding. She backed away from the mirror,
bumping into a small table behind her. Jane continued to look at her through
the mirror, begging Autumn to come to her. A lamp on the table fell to the
floor, shattering.

“Autumn! Are you okay?” Stephanie asked rushing to her side. Her eyes were
filled with concern. Michael was behind her. “Baby, what’s the matter? Are
you okay?” Her hands were all over Autumn, looking for any cuts.

“I’m okay, Jane was here,” Autumn said her eyes still glued to the mirror.
“She surprised me.” Stephanie and Michael shared a look.

“Jane was here?” Michael asked looking around.

“Yes, in the mirror, right there,” Autumn pointed to the mirror on the wall.
Michael and Stephanie looked at the mirror. “She’s gone now,” Autumn told them.
Her voice was flat emotionless. Stephanie was worried.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Stephanie said firmly. She took Autumn’s
arm and steered her toward the door.

“Michael, I’m sorry about the lamp and the bottle. I will pay for them.”

“It’s okay Autumn, don’t worry about it,” he said as Stephanie opened the door.
She motioned for Autumn to go ahead.

The dark haired woman stepped out onto the sidewalk; the heat slapped her in
the face. Stepping fully onto the sidewalk she bumped into a man coming up to
the door. The man was not very tall, a few inches shorter than Autumn was herself.
He was thin but wiry. Autumn could see the tight muscles under the stained
white shirt he wore. His hair was greasy and unkempt, combed back. The man’s
large eyes were blazing and he was staring at Autumn intently. His thick lips
were moving silently as if he was talking but no words were coming out. Autumn
frowned and tried to step away from the man. His intent study of her face was
making her nervous.

“It is her,” he breathed, his eyes moving over Autumn’s face. “It really
is her.”

“Excuse me? Do I know you?” Autumn asked her voice firm. The man looked at
her again and stepped away from her. He continued to walk backwards away from
her, his eyes never leaving her face. He stumbled off the sidewalk and into
the street. With one more look he turned away and practically ran down the
street.

“Who was that?” Stephanie asked.

“I have no idea,” Autumn told her watching the man run away.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Friday night when the two women arrived back at Autumn’s house they stopped
dead in their tracks in the back doorway. Autumn stopped so suddenly that Stephanie
ran into her.

“Autumn what….” Stephanie began.

She stopped when she saw what Autumn was looking at. Autumn’s stunned mind
at first could not comprehend what her eyes were seeing. Every pot and pan,
every canned good, every plate, saucer and cup was stacked on the wooden kitchen
table that Autumn had bought just a few days before. The canned goods were
on the bottom of the pile; next came the plates, then the small pans, then finally
the large pans. Everything was stacked in an inverted pyramid. Circling the
pyramid were the coffee cups and the glasses. Autumn could not understand why
it did not topple over.

“Oh my God,” whispered Stephanie. “Autumn, how in the world could this have
happened?”

Her eyes were glued to the table. The two women shared an incredulous look
before stepping fully into the kitchen. As soon as they closed the backdoor
the radio squealed on, rapidly changing stations, the volume increasing. Stephanie
rushed to the radio and snapped it off. The phone ringing shattered the sudden
silence. When Autumn answered it, she was greeted by loud static and popping
noises.

“Hello! Hello!” she called into the phone.

Her head jerked up as loud rapping and banging noises moved along the walls.
Just as suddenly as it all started it ended, plunging the kitchen into silence.
The two women looked around, tensing as if waiting for the next onslaught. Conversation
was kept at a minimum as the two women carefully began to put things back into
the cabinets.

“Autumn, do you think it’s Jane Harbour?” Stephanie asked much later as they
sat in the living room. Autumn took a deep drink from her wineglass.

“I think so.”

“I am going to call Colin again tomorrow; I think she needs
to get here earlier.”

“Steph, I have never encountered anything like this before,” Autumn said a
few minutes later. She still looked a little shell-shocked. As someone who
was trained to be logical and analytical she was ill prepared to handle this.

“We’ll get through this baby,” Stephanie said softly moving
closer to the taller woman. Autumn looked up; her eyes were full of trepidation,
almost as if she were afraid to believe Stephanie.

“Together.” Autumn looked at Stephanie, her eyes searching for something.
Finally satisfied Autumn nodded and pushed herself into Stephanie’s embrace.
Stephanie held the dark haired woman close to her for a long time.

* * *

Autumn woke suddenly, her eyes blinking heavily. She listened intently for
whatever had woken her. It was silent. She sat up and looked around curious
as to what had woken her up. The clock on the bedside table read 1:13am. Autumn
looked down at Stephanie; the blonde was sleeping on her side, one fist curled
under her chin. She smiled slightly, her heart full of emotion for the other
woman. Autumn looked around the room again before lying back down.

Just as Autumn closed her eyes, a soft mist filled the room, the temperature
in the room plunged. Autumn’s eyes snapped open. She heard footsteps coming
closer to the bedroom. Her breath was a white cloud.

“Stephanie,” she said softly, gently shaking the other woman.

“Huh?” came Stephanie’s sleepy response.

“Shh, wake up,” whispered Autumn. Stephanie turned over on her back. Just
as she opened her mouth to speak the bedroom door creaked open.

As the two women watched the woman in the blue gown entered and began pacing
in front of the bed. She looked at a clock on the far wall. Her hands twisted
in front of her. Suddenly she ran to the window and helped an unseen figure
enter. The woman was surprised to see this person. They argued and then exactly
how Autumn remembered it, knife blows were rained down on the woman, her throat
was slit and she was stabbed again. As the two horrified women watched the
vague outline went back to the window and left.

“I am definitely calling Colin in the morning,” Stephanie
whispered her eyes on the still opened window.

The next morning both women were tired. After Jane’s murder the women tried
to go back to sleep. Their rest was interrupted numerous times by footsteps
outside the bedroom door and loud rapping noises in the wall. Sometime close
to dawn the noises stopped and they had drifted off.

“Colin says she can be here on Monday,” Stephanie said early Saturday morning.
The two women were in the kitchen. Autumn was drinking juice and Stephanie
had a cup of coffee in front of her. Autumn nodded.

“I want to search the barn. Annie told me that Jane’s personal affects; letters,
her journal and what not were packed up and stored in the attic. She didn’t
think that Jane’s family in Boston had taken any of it. I have already checked
the attic and it is empty. I’m hoping her stuff was stored in the barn.”

Last night Autumn told Stephanie the story that Annie had related to her that
afternoon. Stephanie suggested that maybe Jane had unfinished business here
and that was why she was haunting the house. She had not been ready to die
and since her killer had never been brought to justice her spirit had no choice
but to roam restlessly.

“Good idea, you want to get started now?”

“Sure, you still up for helping?”

“Of course, I told you we are in this together,” Stephanie reached over and
took Autumn’s hand. The other woman smiled and gave Stephanie’s hand a squeeze.

“Thanks,” she whispered.

“Anytime baby, anytime,” grinned Stephanie. She reached over and kissed Autumn
gently on the lips. Both women jumped when a door slammed. “I guess Jane doesn’t
like it when I kiss you.”

“I guess not,” Autumn laughed self-consciously.

“Have you found anything yet?” Stephanie asked standing up to stretch out her
back. She put her hands on the small of her back and bent backwards trying
to work out the knot.

“No,” Autumn grumbled. “We have been at this for four hours and not found
anything.”

“Well, if there is something here, I am sure we will find
it.”

“Yeah,” mumbled Autumn. She stood up. “Come on let’s take a break. How about
a swim?” Stephanie grinned.

“Sounds good to me. Last one in is a rotten egg!” She called out over her
shoulder as she took off at a run toward the house. With a shout Autumn took
off after her.

Autumn sat on the dock, letting the sun dry her off. She pushed her wet hair
out of her eyes and back over her shoulder. Stephanie was still in the water,
doing lazy laps. Autumn watched as the blonde cut through the water expertly.
Her heart swelled with the love she felt. She never got tired of looking at
the other woman. The raven haired woman smiled softly as she watched Stephanie
swim. Autumn let her mind wander off to a pleasant daydream she had been having
lately. A daydream of the two of them making a life in her house.

Autumn felt the skin on her neck prickle and sat up straight and looked around.
She felt unseen eyes watching her. Her eyes quickly scanned the trees looking
for the presence she felt. A movement on the far side of the lake caught her
attention. As she watched a man stood up and quickly left, walking deeper into
the trees. The area was a small tract of woods that separated Autumn’s property
from the one behind. Autumn frowned as she watched the man. She shaded her
eyes from the sun hoping to get a better look at him. It was probably a neighbor
she thought. Ever since she had moved in, there had been people dropping by
to meet her. Shrugging she looked back at the water, leaning back on her hands
again. Once again her neck burned with the gaze of her watcher. Autumn sat
up again and looked around.

Her attention was snapped back to the water by Stephanie’s terrified scream.
Turning she saw Stephanie sink beneath the surface.

“Stephanie!” she called before diving cleanly into the water
from the edge of the dock. It took her a matter of seconds to reach the spot
where Stephanie went under. Taking a deep breath Autumn dove into the water.
She saw Stephanie, near the bottom, struggling to rise to the surface. Autumn
pushed down to her. S he could not see Stephanie clearly due to all the sediment
that was rising around her. Stephanie was struggling to rise. Suddenly she
stopped moving and started to sink toward the bottom. Autumn reached her, grabbed
her and began to pull her upwards. Stephanie began to struggle again weakly
before stopping. Autumn kicked her legs harder and they rose to the surface.
It took Autumn just a few minutes to get to the shore.

“Come on Stephanie,” Autumn cried. Stephanie coughed and water came spilling
out of her mouth. Autumn rolled her over to her side, almost crying with relief
as Stephanie gasped for air.

“Are you okay?” Autumn asked a few minutes later.

“Yeah,” Stephanie managed; her eyes were wide and frightened as she looked
out over the now calm water. “Someone grabbed my foot.” Autumn looked at the
shivering woman, startled by her revelation.

“Stephanie…” Autumn began.

“Autumn, as I was swimming I felt a cold hand wrap around
my ankle and pull me under!” her blue eyes begged Autumn to believe her.

Autumn pulled her close and made soothing noises as she tried to calm the woman
down. Stephanie began to cry and held onto Autumn tightly, afraid to let her
go.